we’ve learned to distill moments
into square boxes, is it only
worth living if a hundred smiling
circles think it so? will i remember
the way she squeezed my hand
on the dance floor, and drove
me home in the dark, or will i
count the taptap of her thumbs instead?
the day someone gives me the stars
and i learn to trust my own eyes
i think i’ll call it breathing
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Hard call outs (“is it only worth living if a hundred smiling circles think it so?”); many of us are trying to get to those last three lines, too 🙂